Today, rather than running the Marine Corps Marathon, I stood at the end of the infamous bridge and cheered, both 10K and marathon runners. I had no regrets.
I watched people hobble and grimace, and I knew I would have been one of them, if I had even made it to mile 22. I had no regrets.
I was there to help old friends and new, and thousands of strangers, when they needed it. I had no regrets.